Jeffrey Donad looks out the window and ponders his life circumstances as the rain fell with increasing ferocity. The tapping and clicking noises of the rain hitting the aluminum gutters are getting more frequent, as time goes on. Then there is Teddy the dog; people think that dogs are unintelligent creatures, but Jeffrey knows just how clever dogs can be. Teddy is a Jack Russell and Beagle mixture.
“Damn it all to hell,” Jeffrey says out loud to himself and Teddy.
Teddy the dog looks behind himself at Jeffrey thinking, ‘Why aren’t you happy, we’re both alive!’
An uproar of knocking is heard at the door. Three hard raps on the door and then silence. Teddy begins to bark loudly and urgently. Jeffrey leaps up from the living room soft white sofa to answer the door. After swiping the door blinds off to the side, Jeffrey notices that no one is at the door. Teddy’s barking drops off as he calms back down to a placid state.
“What kind of witchcraft is this,” Jeffrey asks himself in a surprised tone.
Teddy begins to wag his tail excitedly, and strolls to behind Jeffrey. He opens the door and takes a peak to the left and right of the door; scanning the entirety of the yard. There isn’t a presence in sight, unless you count Harold the neighbor who is mowing his lawn. Jeffrey is a little daunted.
“It was probably some damn mischievous group of kids playing ding-dong-ditch,” Jeffrey ponders out loud.